Urban Apocalypse - Modern Ultraviolence - Recruiting

Kevin could hear the small arms fire from blocks away. His apartment was currently located in an industrial neighborhood safe from the hot spots...for now. He knew, though, that at any moment some lunatic with a gun would be busting out his windows and ramming through his front door to get to anyone that might be inside. Kevin wasn't going to stick around and protect his home. As far as he was concerned, Malleus owned the property, so it was just another building to him. He could care less if was blown to bits within the next few hours.

In the distance, Kevin could hear the blades of a chopper passing over the horizon and disappearing behind buildings. More contestants. Malleus was making frequent flights each day to drop off more supplies and leak in a few more mercenaries and criminals that they "bought". Whenever Kevin turned on his television (careful to keep it at a low volume) he was able to watch the show and get an idea of how things were going down. But how much longer would he be able to do this? It wouldn't be long before some dumb-fuck screwed with the city's power supply or cut the lines. After that...total darkness. This city would go to hell and never come back.

Kevin's primary concern at the moment...and probably will be for the rest of this season, is looking out for number one. No matter how many innocents he knows he's going to come across, he'll just have to ignore them and keep moving. He had accepted the fact that he was no longer a Marine when the show began. He can also accept the fact that he's no longer an American hero. But what he can't bring himself to accept is that he needs action. He's a thrill-seeker now...one-hundred percent. He could care less about others.

When an explosion went off nearby in the neighborhood, Kevin picked up his M4 and proceeded to the front door. He knelt down next to it and peered out the window close to the top of the door. The night terrifyingly quiet all of a sudden. Kevin knew that wasn't a particularly good sign, so he got up and fast-walked to the kitchen. On the island counter was his gear; perfectly organized in a backpack. He picked it up by the strap and swung it around his shoulder, placing down his M4 to slip his other arm through the opposite strap. He picked up his rifle again and proceeded to exit his apartment through the back door.

Kevin's apartment was located on the second floor. He had a balcony off the back end. There was no "official" way to get down from the balcony, but Kevin practiced jumping down since Malleus announced the start of the show. By now, Kevin could easily lower himself over the edge and let go to let him land on the ground with ease and without injury.

When he was safely on the ground and out of his apartment he heard several vehicles from the road out front. He snuck up to the corner of the building and peered around the corner, remaining concealed in the shadow of the wall. There was a silver sports utility vehicle and beat-up Ford truck sitting out in the middle of the road. Several hispanic men began stepping out of the vehicles and formed a circle, as if to huddle. Kevin listened in; able to make out some phrases.

"They can consider that payback!" one of them explained.

"I don't think we should have done that," said another.

"Why? You afraid, pussy?"

"No! I just don't want those guys tailin' us back to downtown! I want to make it to the next season, bro!"

"They won't be tailin' us, cause we just blew the shit out of their only transportation, dumb ass! Now shut the fuck up and search these houses for supplies."

The group split up into two and began moving down the sidewalk. The idiots left their vehicles unguarded. Kevin immediately took advantage of the opportunity and snuck closer to the SUV. He peered around both sides of the front of his apartment, looking up and down the street. When the men were far enough away and had their attention elsewhere, Kevin sprinted towards the SUV. He stuck out his hand and opened the door, jumping inside the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut, tipping off both of the groups of men. He heard one of them yell something in Spanish. He turned the key and felt the engine roar to life. After throwing the long shift stick in drive, he floored the pedal. One of the fuckers got in his way and the SUV plowed over him like a speed bump.

Kevin drove like a maniac out of the neighborhood and into the darkness; staying off the main roads where the hot spots were. He felt his heart rate slow down and calmness returning to him. He eased off the pedal a bit and continued to drive, cautiously.

As always, it was rather quiet in the home that Eva Gett was staying at. The city she was in, Baltimore, turned into hell. She had been trying to survive in this hell for what felt like weeks now and, as of now, had been doing a pretty good job of it. She hadn't killed anyone yet, oh no, she simply..fought them off and forced them away. Every time she did that though, she had to go to a new run down house, she learned that the first time she forced one of the maniacs away. If she did happen to stay in the house, they would just come back, knowing she was there that time.

Right now though, Eva had just finished leaving yet another house after yet another confrontation with one of the maniacs, and had gotten inside. For once, this place wasn't as run down as the others, it still had some form of furniture in it. From her point of view, the owners must have been in too much of a hurry, and she couldn't blame them, to take their stuff along. "Good for me though.." She commented to herself in a low voice as she went over to the couch and sat down on it. This is getting more and more insane..every day Malleus sends more and more convicts in here She couldn't help but think idly to herself as she rested, unsure how long she would be able to stay in this place before moving again.

Just at that moment...she heard gunfire, and it sounded really close by. Her first, natural reaction was to hide, but her irrational side won over her common sense. She had to know if the cause of the gunfire was going to be coming towards her place...right? Sometimes, she really hated herself for her irrational side, it caused her to do the dumbest of dumb things at times. "Well..let's get going, Eva" She said to herself again, taking out her trusty pistol. The pistol had been with her ever since the start of this thing, the first time she went looking for supplies.

Apparently, some people in Baltimore were gun nuts, at least, a little bit. For in the house she had been searching in, she had found this pistol, a shotgun(which she had strapped to her back right now), and some grenades, the kind that exploded into fire instead of just exploding. Feeling herself prepared, she took a deep breath and opened the door, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby. Once she felt it was safe, she closed the door behind her and cautiously made her way into the street. She paused as she heard an explosion, somewhere near the same direction as the gunfire, though she wasn't positive about that.

"Eva..stop being such a chicken...you'll die if they do turn out to be coming this way.." She mumbled to herself, as she had found herself frozen. Her own words of re-assurance though allowed herself to keep moving, and hide behind a corner of a building as she got closer. she peeked around it and spotted what she assumed were new arrivals, judging from the retreating helicopter, shooting at some unknown people.

Now, the new arrival, or arrivals, she could only see one person from where she was, were/was retreating into the woods, which she wasn't even aware of having ever been in Baltimore. Then, just like that, she stopped watching the fight, for fear that any of the two fighting parties might see her. Well..it doesn't seem like any of them are coming to my new home..for now, anyways She told herself with a relieved sigh. With her spying done, she turned and made her way back to her house.

She paused though as she realized something, something important.

"Oh..geez, I've forgotten where it's at.." She stated to herself.

"You..really should have a map of the city Eva" There she went, talking to herself some more. Sometimes, she really doubted that she was still sane, what with all the talking to herself she was doing lately.

Glad I took my stuff with me though..wouldn't do to lose it She thought to herself, with her second relieved sigh of the day. "Now..I just need to find a new home" She said out loud, once again.

That was when she realized it was probably a stupid idea to keep talking to herself out loud like that, in the middle of the street, in a game such as this. Stupid..dummy She couldn't help but think to herself as she began to walk again.

Wouldn't you know it though, yet another event happened near to her. The event she heard was..well, some man shouting in Spanish and, moments after that, an engine roaring to life. Obviously, she didn't want to be seen by the group she assumed was together, she couldn't see them, after all, so she quickly ducked inside of the nearest building. Lady luck didn't seem to favor her today though, for as soon as she entered this building, she heard a person getting up somewhere in the building. He moved faster then she could get to the door and, before she knew it, he was in the entryway in front of her. The man shouted something at her, gibberish, most likely due to the fact that he was drinking, or she assumed he was drinking, from the stench of the place.

When she didn't respond to him, the man shouted something else at her and ran towards her, probably intent on bashing her head in. What he didn't see was the gun she still had in her hand and, with no other choice, she shot him just before he reached her. His running slowed down and he promptly fell to the ground right in front of her. "So...I-I've become like them..k-killing people" She stuttered to herself, keeping her gaze on the man. She glanced momentarily to the window for a moment, and it didn't seem like anyone was coming. So, she calmed herself down and carefully stepped over the man. It looked like she had found a new home for the night, unless someone came investigating the gunshot.

He'd ditched the other two convicts to the firefight in the LZ, even as he slowly made his way through the treeline; it wasn't a large wooded area, just a little suburban type of buffer that often separated a commercial and residential district from one another. Some sort of accidental city planning. But rather than hole up in some house or fight his way through occupied space, he decided to get his bearings.

All alone, there was always the chance that someone would come on him and get the drop, and he accepted that possibility fatalistically. In the old days, he had the rest of the squad, or at least a spotter, covering his ass and providing a degree of security. Or he was the security and the other guy was taking the shot. Now? He was very careful to keep an eye on his surroundings as he tried to get his bearings via an old fashioned map.

He'd eschewed the GPS for obvious reasons; Malleus could fuck with the satellite for giggles and to lead people into an ambush, which is just what they'd do, or that it would run out of batteries and he'd be screwed.

He decided to go with the old fashioned laminated map and compass, tucked away in his load-bearing vest.

The first priority was to identify where he was, finding an intersection was the easiest way, but also held risks. The second was to find a good laying up point and wait out some of the dumber ones as they gleefully shot each other to bits.

The third? Well, to go hunting, of course.

It wasn't hard to start moving along the woodline, in deep enough so that others wouldn't see him easily among all that foliage, moving as slow and cautiously as he did. Crye multicam really was the most effective stuff for a multitude of environments and tended to blend in nicely with all sorts of backdrops. They'd found out, a while ago, that too-dark camouflage gave you away with the contrast against lighter surfaces, whereas a lighter base tended to pick up shadows and conceal itself from the darker surfaces. It's why the old woodland cammies went out of style.

By the same token, he'd spray-painted his -416 down to a neutral tan base and then added slightly darker olive slashes to it, so that it matched the rest of his decor.

In the distance, on the roads, he could see the locals firing away with technicals, as if this were fucking Mogadishu or the Eastern Congo instead of the USA. Malleus dropped in a lot of equipment and goodies, including lots of narcotics, in the days preceding the formal start of filming for the show, and so the basso rumble-thump of ma deuces didn't surprise him any more than the bloop-thump of forty mike-mike rounds fired off.

He paused to get a good look around, and saw the tracers flying through the air. Bad scene. Crouched against the parched summertime ground of the wooded area he was in, he was afforded a high degree of invisibility, but didn't want to rely on it. As the sounds of combat came faster, the guns now supplemented with the sounds of blasting music in huge stereo systems and the growl of engines, he dropped down into a likely looking fold in the ground.

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Urban Apocalypse Profile:
Otto Adolf Lenger, leader of the Aryan Bruder Bund Army (ABBA)

(Insert Picture of a bunch of really inbred, freakishly big biker dudes in a combination of Waffen-SS camouflage and bondage leather gear. Yes, freaky, right? The fat, bearded one is Otto.)

Age: 46

Born: Couer d'Alene, Idaho

Biography: Noted as one of the foremost domestic terrorists of the last thirty years, Otto Lenger has been tried often but never actually linked to the various attacks undertaken by members of the Aryan Bruder Bund Army, or ABBA, a combination of militia and biker gang noted for its ruthlessness and the scope of its drug operation, as well as its overt and violent racial politics.

"We don't take that shit ourselves, we give it to the Untermensch in the hope that they'll take themselves and their impure, degenerate bloodlines out of the genepool of this country."

Finally incarcerated in 2010 on charges related to introducing toxic chemicals into their drugs and a variety of other crimes, much of ABBA followed him to jail after a successful FBI sting operation. After a series of group negotiations with "the Sturmfuhrer," as Lenger is known to his gang, Malleus secured a group deal on the entire gang, armed them up and sent them up I-95 into Southwest Baltimore!

We'll see how some of our contestants deal with this latest entry into town, as the ABBA make themselves known in the area.

Psychological Note: Playing "Dancing Queen" is the fastest known way to bring the entire organization into a frenzy and was part of the FBI's interrogation tactics during the investigation that got the organization put away.

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Everyone in the area could hear it over the loudspeaker, a voice exhorting everyone in booming tones that echoed all over the place, "THAT'S RIGHT BOYS! KILL 'EM ALL! GET THEM THE FUCK OUT OF OUR TERRITORY!" as the growl of engines, the clatter of weapons fire and the snarl of really bad White Power Hardcore was heard from a long distance away...

And up above, the camera-drones that flew ceaselessly in huge numbers, or were wired all over the city, caught everything for an audience drooling for the action.

In the house the convict had claimed for himself, changes were being made, seemingly at random, with no pattern or purpose. Furniture was either being rearranged or pushed against the windows and doors if found unsuitable for him to use for their otherwise appointed purpose; an large, multicolor eight pointed star had taken the place of the wall where a television had been hung by the previous owner, and the air was heavy with the smell of nail polish and hair dye. This had apparently been some sort of teenagers abode, since the three bedrooms all seemed to have been occupied by young women, no trace of a parent's room or any boys living here. Matthew made his residence in the largest room, which in turn had the largest, most comfortable bed, along with a bathroom that would serve. This was a good place to stay, very fitting for any companions he may find during his stay here.

Cane lay back on the king size bed, toying with the recently removed strap and metal bar. Stupid bit. He only kept in because he had decided he might need it later, for whatever reason. He was considering going around the neighborhood in search of something to kill or play with, maybe even some extra provisions, when his ruminating was interrupted by one of the most evil sounds he had ever had the displeasure of hearing. Taking his Benelli and Colts from the duffel, he went into the main entrance room, checking that the barricade on the door was intact, and that the windows were fully covered by the blankets he had tacked up. Even from here he could feel the rumbling of motorcycles through the floor and, His Wickedness deliver him, "The White Man Marches On" blasting from loudspeakers. Someone would have to die for this transgression, slowly and painfully.

In an attempt to distract himself, he kept refurbishing the house with a fresh variety of traps, tripwires, and other trinkets of trouble. The first three people through front and back doors would have nasty surprises waiting for them by the time he was done, and he alternated refining his preparations and fixing up his house the way he wanted it to be. Moving through all the bedrooms, he uncapped the various perfumes and scents that were left untouched on dressers and vanities. Picking through the wardrobes, he layed out a few costumes. It would be a while before he had anyone to wear them, but he was sure he would find someone to fill them eventually.

Stepping back into the living room, he looked around, hands on hips, a satisfied grin stretching his features. Still, it was missing something, something he couldn't quite place. Ah, yes. Well, he'd look for that when he went out that night to search for provisions. Until then, he would make this place as defendable as was physically possible, given the materials and time constraint. It wouldn't be long now before the bikers were all over him, and he wanted to be ready when they were, especially if he planned to go looking tonight.

Eva was sleeping in the house, and probably would have been sleeping in it for quite a long time, until she heard a voice. Now, mind you, this voice was quite far away, but it was just loud enough for her to hear it. "T-territory?" She asked herself, now positively frightened by the prospect that she was in the person's territory. He didn't sound like the kind of person to be messed with..then again, anyone who shouted shouldn't be messed with. If I'm in their territory...I'm going to have to leave...but I don't want to leave She thought to herself, sitting up and throwing the single blanket off of herself. She had managed to find a blanket before finding a place to sleep in the house, that place being..well, the floor. If the person who had been here before her had been sleeping on something, she didn't know what it was. "S-Speaking of him..if I just leave him there..the smell will attract somebody eventually" She muttered to herself, standing up.

With a breath to calm herself down, she made her way to the front of the house, pausing at the sight of the dead man, that she had killed. "Okay Eva..you can do this" she commented to herself, taking a hold of one of his legs and dragging him outside. She glanced about as she got out there, obviously, but luckily didn't see anyone. Relieved, she continued dragging the man until he was smack dab in the middle of the street, then she hurried back inside. Oh, Eva...if they see a man just lying out there in the street, they're naturally going to look for whoever killed him.. She thought to herself, but..well, she doubted she could drag him anymore, if she did, she probably wouldn't be able to fight off any intruders if they came. "Now I can't get back to sleep either..." She commented to herself, the combination of being woken up, and the gunfire in the direction of that shouting, being the cause of it.

Of course, as she just sat there in the living room, a person did eventually come. She, at first, didn't manage to catch it, but there they were, footsteps, that one could mistake for something else, if something else was in the house. She couldn't tell what direction it was coming from, at all, so she stood up and was going to glance around, but felt someone hit her in the back, causing her to fall forward. She scrambled for her nearby gun, but the person merely kicked it away and hit her again. At this point, she was scrambling to stay conscious, but a third blow from the mysterious assailant caused her vision to swirl a bit, before fading to complete and total darkness.

She woke up what felt like hours later and glanced around. The man had rather carelessly thought her dead, he obviously wasn't aware of the concept of a pulse. If things keep going this way...I'm going to have to start living out there She thought to herself, referring to..well, outside. It wouldn't be pleasant, but it might be better then always having to fight people. She carefully stood up and, after glancing around, concluded the man was gone already. With a shaky breath, she exited the house and made for the closest wilderness she knew of, the area where the new people had landed today, that forest.

As Kevin raced along I-95 towards downtown Baltimore, he passed several other thugs on the side of the road. One group in particular was using a large, green traffic sign to ramp off of the highway and down onto the streets below. His mind then began racing through another series of contradicting thoughts.

You're a Marine, boy, he heard his sergeant say/ Turn that bike around and fight!

"I'm surrounded, sir," Kevin said aloud as he raced along.

Did that ever stop you before? You got shot for shits sake! After you took that bullet you killed six Arab insurgents....lying on your fucking back with a pistol!

Kevin smirked as remembered that moment. The round of an AK-47 should have meant an amputation, but thanks to some recent upgrades in full-body armor the bullet only pierced slightly through the skin. It was enough to knock him down with a limp leg and leave a good scar.

Now...GET YOUR GOD DAMN ASS BACK THERE MARINE!

Kevin squeezed the front break; forcing the Harley into a front-end wheely. One of those annoying sky-cams caught him and floated in closer when the bike came to a halt. Kevin glanced at it for a brief second, wondering if his sergeant just happened to be watching him somewhere in the world. He then turned the bike around and gunned it. The camera kept pace and glided alongside, just feet away from his profile.

Kevin approached the group of ramping circus clowns again and turned the bike towards them. A few noticed him coming and just stood their, dumb-founded. Kevin reached his arm around and grabbed his M4. He felt the Harley sway a little and regain posture. He carefully extended the M4 without losing balance or control of the bike and aimed. Squeezing the trigger, one man went down with a good smack against the concrete. The other began run for his life; but Kevin punched a hole in him too. Another guy tried to escape using the ramp, but he didn't get enough speed and went tumbling over to the ground below.

Kevin glanced at his speedometer as the Harley began its ascent up the ramp. He was going a full 80 miles per hour. He soon felt the ramp leave from underneath and the bike began to glide through the air. Surprising, that damn camera was still at his side. But he noticed another directly ahead of him, slightly higher in altitude. The lens was pointed down at him.

Before the Harley landed, Kevin replaced the M4 over his shoulder and held on tight to the handles. This was probably going to hurt...

*bang!*

The Harley landed and Kevin nearly lost control. Too much adrenaline was flowing through his system for him to be able to break. All he did was gun the gas again and feel the bike roar off.

After a minute or two of speeding through the slums he found himself entering Dundalk. "What a lowly sight," he said aloud. It was then that his eyes snapped open. As he approached an intersection he saw a woman on another bike....about to cross his path!

"Fuck!" He pulled back on the break. He meant to pull the back break, but he stupidly pulled the same one as he did before and he felt the bike lurched forward into a tilt. Out of instinct, he let go and felt his body fly forward, off the seat. He skidded across the pavement; feeling a burning sensation on his arm as he did. When he came to a stop he looked up and saw the bitch coming right for him! "Oh double fuck!" Kevin raised himself slightly and waited for her to approach closer. At the last second he dodged out of the way... and brought out the M4.

Chrys had heard the hog coming, but couldn't stop in time when she realized. He was going to hit her. She blinked, then held her eyes closed, ready for the ensuing crash. But all she heard was his bike hit. She opened her eyes, and he was rolling away. What the fuck, she thought to herself. And then she saw the gun, and the man lying in her path. She swerved suddenly, the momentum knocking her off the bike.

"Mothafucka!" She completely forgot about her arsenal, her thoughts only on her ankle, this fall had done it, she couldn't feel her foot at all now. She glared at him with her iciest blue stare. "Turn that fucking gun away from me or I swear I'll haunt your ass to Timbucktoo and then kick it when you reach the hereafter." Her voice was a mix of pain and general pissed offedness.

Kevin was aiming at her temple through the scope of the M4. But when he saw that she was wounded he couldn't help but lower the rifle. He stared at her for a moment, searching her with his eyes for any weapons or firearms of any kind.

None.

"Jeez lady," he said to her. "What the hell are you doing here unarmed? Are you crazy?" He holstered the M4 over his shoulder again and walked over to her. While she was on the ground he stretched out his hand to her as a sign of help.

"I'm not going to shoot an unarmed man....or woman...." He smirked to himself. Perhaps allowing a bit of humor would help with keeping his sanity. "But if you hurt me, I'll snap your neck. You're looking at a Marine here." He couldn't but feel a bit of pride when saying that.

She took his hand and hopped up, bouncing on her one good leg, avaoiding the other. "I'm, I'm not un armerd." She pointed at her backpack, which had fell a few feet away, "I use fire, not guns. And you're not the first one to tell me that." She glared a bit. Wincing, she let her toe fall to the ground, testing the limb.

Chrys' eye grew wide as saucers and she lifted the leg up quickly. "I'm never going to get back in time! Dammit. I should killed them ABB idiots instead of leaving them. At least then I could say omething good happened."

"Mr. Marine, would you mind helping me onto the bike again?" She'd crawl if he said no. She'd crawl all the way home if hse had to.

Kevin looked at her, shocked. He didn't exactly know she meant by "fire", but he assumed explosives....or a cigarette lighter. Either way, he helped her over to her bike.

"You won't get very far on one leg, sweet cheeks. I told myself I'd be looking out for number one, but I'm don't feel like letting you die on a suicide mission for some reason. Tell me where you're headed and I'll come with you."

It was then that Kevin realized he had forgotten his manners. "Say, my name's Kevin by the way; Kevin Carter. What's yours?"

She didn't care if he tagged along, getting to the house was the point. "Chrys. Up a block, to the right, a up two blocks, turn left. One block, eight houses in, the end unit with the hardtop and no grass." She said it through clenched teeth and pulled herself to the back of the bike, the Bitch seat. She needed to get to her home sooner rather than later, and prayed that the key was still aniled to the door.

Kevin started up the bike and eased forward, making sure Chrys was able to hang on before going full speed. Kevin heard and understood the directions and stuck to them like glue. But when they were coming up on the house, Kevin noticed two more ABBA bikers up ahead. It was like they were patrolling the area trying to find anyone to kill.

It was a little difficult to reach for a gun at the moment, so he had to do this the hard way. When the bikers saw him coming they mounted up and gunned off towards him. If Kevin didn't make a move...and fast...a collision would ensue and they'd all be dead. He kept the handle turned back, allowing the hog to continue to gain speed. He was going to see just how tough these guys were.

Time seemed to slow as Kevin and the two bikers rapidly approached each other. Finally, merely yards away, one of the bikers broke off from his path. He had given in. His partner did the same. Kevin and Chrys zipped right in between them. His heart sank and he let out a deep sigh. "Christ that was close!"

He heard the bikers rev their engines behind him, and he knew they were now being tailed. Kevin saw the house that Chrys needed to get to. He pulled off the road and onto a dried lawn; the bike bumped and bounced over holes and rocks. He stopped on the sidewalk leading up to the door. He dismounted and helped Chrys over to the door. "Get inside! I'll handle them!"

He brought out the M4 and knelt down. The bikers approached at rapid speed and he took aim. Two bullets took down the guy on the left, but the one on the right jumped off his hog and dived behind a community mailbox. It was large enough to provide cover and the multiple steel plating would prevent Kevin's fire from getting to him.

"Shit!" Kevin backed off and up to the porch, taking cover behind a corner next to Chrys. The biker leaned out a ways to fire from a Desert Eagle. The loud cracks of the shells pounded into the brickwork of the house. Kevin leaned out to return fire; unleashing three shots; not really caring to aim; but more to scare him into giving in.

Covered her face from the shattered brick that spat from her house. Scooting closer to her steps, and what minimal protection they offered, she reached into her bag and grabbed a lighter, a scrap of cloth, and whichever bottle came to her first. It was a miniature Jack Daniels. She ripped off the top and shoved the scrap halfway down the neck. Her lighter sputtered at first, but eventually opened properly enough for the flame to catch on the scrap. She pulled herself onto the step and flung the cocktail at him. The flame had already ready reached the end of the scrap when it hit the mail box. Shattered glass and alcohol sprayed the box, the fire happily licking at the the drops.

Kevin's gun was already trained on the box, waiting for the man to come out. The ABBA shreiked and ran from cover, his hair ablaze. Kevin was quick to put him out of his misery. Over his shoulder, her told her, again, to get in the house. Chrys dragged herself and her pack onto the top step, but she couldn't stand. She pulled out the hammer and bashed in the lock on the old doggie door from when she had Myser, her chocolate lab. She had given him away when she knew she couldn't escape. He, and her old next doot neighbor, were in Boca somewhere. She shoved her pack through and then clamored through herself. She used her catch-all table to pull herself up enough to unlock the door and wedge it open.

"Kevin, now! Get inside!"

Eva was still moving along at a rather fast pace, always keeping an eye out for those..ABBA people. Just as she was reaching the end of their territory, she paused, seeing some more of them. She didn't want to hurt them, even if they would hurt her if they saw her, but..still, if she wanted to get to the forest, she would have to hurt them.

God this sucks...Hate myself for getting trapped in here She thought to herself.

Luckily, the ABBA people, 3 of them, hadn't seen her yet.

With a shaky breath, she took her gun out yet again and moved closer to them, thanking the fact that they all had their backs to her at the current moment.

With a shaky breath, she took out her gun yet again and aimed towards one of the three. She was frozen their for a second, wondering if she should really do this, before her survival instinct kicked in and the gun went off. The bullet hit the man right in the middle of the right lung.

He crumpled to the ground, his breathing already going raspy, as the other two turned in her direction, guns drawn.

Eva couldn't help but to cry out in pain as one of the bullets shot from their guns managed to tear it's way into her right leg. Gritting her teeth, she took aim at the second person and shot at him too. Unlike the other one, this one was shot in the heart and died almost instantly. She fell to the ground, on her back, soon after this though, due to the wound now in her leg. "Well well well, lookie here! I thought I killed you, should of shot you to make sure" The remaining man said, kicking the gun out of her hand...this reminded her exactly of the last time she fought.

It was at that time that she realized this was the person that had attacked her in that other home, and left her for dead, obviously. "Well, I'll just have to finish you off this time" He finished, breaking her out of her thoughts as he pointed the gun in her direction. Her eyes widened a bit as he drew the gun and, just as he finished pointing it at her head, no less, she gave him a swift kick in the family jewels with her good leg. Stunned, and in obvious pain, the man was momentarily unable to pull the trigger on the gun, or fight back, for that matter. So, Eva grabbed the gun out of his hand and hit him in the head with it.

Like before, her survival instinct was obviously kicking in, and more extremely then last time. This was made obvious by the fact that she didn't stop bashing the ABBA person's head in with the gun until, well, his face was completely disfigured. Nngh...I'm becoming like them now She thought to herself with a frown, staring at the mess of a person she had left.

She stood up then, or tried to, but cried out in pain again when a sharp, intense pain went right through her leg, the one that was injured, obviously.

"O-Ow.." She muttered to herself, fighting back tears as she leaned against a nearby building.

"This..really sucks, I'm becoming like them..and now I have no way to get anywhere" She said to herself, moving forward rather slowly as she kept on leaning against the building.

Eventually, when the building stopped, she had little other choice then to get down on the ground and begin to crawl, little by little, until she reached the next building. She leaned up against it, moving forward with the help of it, and when the building ended, she got on the ground again, crawling.

She repeated this process for quite some time until she finally managed to reach the forest. Her breathing was becoming a bit labored, so she was glad when she saw the forest, finally. The building ended and she crawled over to the forest, hiding behind a rather large tree. She was out of view of the road now, due to the bushes and trees surrounding her. "What am I gonna do about my leg..? I don't know how to treat it.." She said to herself, thinking she would probably bleed out from the wound. It's times like these that's going to make me wish I did something with my life She thought to herself, closing her eyes. Despite the pain in her leg, and the madness in the city, it was rather..peaceful here, sitting up against a tree with her eyes closed.

After some time, Cane got bored with his preparations and plotting, even the fantasizing. He was shaking worse than ever, and that was a bad sign, very bad indeed. Thusly and therefore, he took his weapons together and placed them about his person, threw his duffel bag with the rest of his supplies of his shoulder, and stepped outside. Well, jumped outside. From the second story window. Front door was a bit sticky at the moment, so better to risk a twisted ankle, which wasn't even a problem, so there. Shotgun cradled in his arms, he wandered the streets, taking cover wherever he could when the crackers rolled on by.

There wasn't much to see, apart from the killing and looting going on. He had stopped to observe a building being burned down by a mob of gun-toting kids, but that got boring. Then a few of the older ones snuck off behind some wrecked cars to get... experimental while the young'uns were distracted with the blaze. That was funny as hell to see, as well as stimulating; if people were still doing that, at that age, all was right with the world. After a brief inner conversation, he decided to leave well enough alone. He had his own party to get to, after all. The third time he passed similar mobs, he realized that he was nigh-on invisible as long as he gave the mobs a wide berth and didn't make eye contact. It was the individuals, the desperate ones he really had to worry about. Once, he had been jumped by a couple of darkies in ragged clothes. They stank like hell, and Matthew was not at all sure the smell would come off his knife, their blood had been that filthy.

Whether it was the news of two burly, gun wielding gangbangers being dropped by a single knife fighter, or the fact that he continually polished and sniffed at the serrated blade he had used on the pair, he didn't have any trouble after that. Which, of course, wasn't to say he didn't have himself a bit of fun with the locals anyway. He left a trail of screaming, convulsing wretches in his wake, one or two of the women a little more disturbed than the others as a matter of principle. For the most part though, he was saving himself, because he could smell it in the air. Somewhere around him, there was a really beautiful person, so full of life that they wouldn't give it up for anything. He felt he was on the right track until he found the head of a girl lying on a lawn. That was just sick. Lifting it by the hair, he studied it, head tilted to the right inquisitively. Tossing it away with a thud, he shrugged, moving on.

It wasn't long before he spotted her. Ghosting through the back alleys, he followed her for several minutes, his attention focused. He thought it might be her, but it was wrong. All wrong, he realized with a jolt. This bitch was full of death, a darker being than even himself maybe. Spotting the bloody machete, he gripped his shotgun tight to stop his hands from shaking. She had to go. There was no room for two predators in downtown Baltimore, and he did not plan on leaving. He liked it here, and he was going to stay. But, what to do about the huntress. It would be a problem, a very serious one. She was dangerous, heavily armed. Maybe, make sure of what she has first. Leaning around a corner to get another look, Matthew stared for a second, then slapped a palm to his forehead. Of course she was gone, git. She wasn't going to just stand there and wait for you to pop her in the back.

He froze, suddenly, fear gripping him in a cold vice. Maybe she knew. She may have sensed him, the way he could feel her. Immediately, he looked around, head whipping to and fro frenziedly, searching for her. No, she had just moved on. All of a sudden, he caught a whiff of his prey again, and the sensation that went through him drove all thoughts of the daemoness out of his mind. Moving quickly and quietly, he went back down the street, around the corner, down two rows of houses... There. Crawling into the trees. He set off again, panting with the strain of not throwing himself into a full gallop across the open ground. He had to be silent, invisible. Moving from cover to cover, he made good time with no one to disturb his hunt. The sounds of battle had faded a little, in volume if not intensity. They must be moving away, he realized.

Taking refuge behind a dumpster not too far from the trees, he sat against it, legs pulled up against him slightly, shotgun at the ready. Torn in three different directions at once, home, hunt, and nazi, he put his hand in his hands, legs jittering before he got it under control. If he went home, he might be safe, but it would be boring. The nazi's had bikes, which meant he would be hard pressed to catch up. The girl, though... wounded, tired, maybe even weaponless... and so close. He made his decision, standing from behind the dumpster and sprinting towards his selected destination with a mad intensity flaring up in his eyes once more.

Forgotten by him in his psychotic fits and behavioral switches, the camera's observed every move, ever action broadcasted around the world. He himself was totally oblivious to the drones buzzing above and about him, since none of that mattered anyway. Hunting was hunting, killing was killing. Fun was fun, and oh, boy was he having some right now.

((Ferrous, I assume you're talking about Eva, since no one else is crawling into trees))

Eva just..continued to sit there, her breathing rate eventually going down to normal. Now that she was thinking rationally, she realized, that for the time being, she could use part of her shirt to bandage up the wound. With a sigh, she tore off the sleeves of her shirt. With that done, she would then proceed to tie the cloth around her wound, and had to stop herself from crying out in pain, again, as she tightened it around the wound, but not too tight. "Okay..easier then I thought...now I just need to find somewhere to hide in this forest and get some rest.." She mumbled to herself, standing up and stumbling around a little on her weakened leg.

Thankfully, it held up long enough for her to move over to the next tree and lean against it for a little support. That was when she heard...what she thought was running, coming from the street? She couldn't very well check, that would require spending time to turn around, but it certainly sounded like that. Furthermore..it sounded like it was coming right towards her, and fast too. At this point, she was getting frustrated, she just beat a person to death and shot two others...now some other person was rushing straight towards her like a mad man..this made no sense to her. With a shake of her head, she continued moving..and fell right into an area filled completely with bushes, completely hiding her unless someone went searching specifically in that area, and happened to be able to see her. She fought back her urge to make a surprised sound as she fell, so she just hit the ground, or bushes, in this case, silently, and stayed there.

Please just go away...please just go away She thought to herself, small tears forming in her eyes. She had rarely cried ever before in her life, but..strangely, her crying now reminded her of an incidence when she was young. You see, she had wanted to go over to a friend's house, and pretty badly too, but she was expressly told it was too late to go over there. So, she decided to go over there with her mother's permission or not. With that decision in mind..she remembered sneaking out of her house via the window and going right over to her friend's house. She tapped on the window to her friend's room and got inside through there. It had been an enjoyable few hours, but...she had to go back home eventually, so she did just that and, as she sneaked back inside, she found out that her mother found out she had left the house.

It was then that she had gotten a rather long speech, about how she had been worried sick, who knows what could of happened on the way there, etcetera, etcetera. All Eva could do at the time was listen, and at the end of it all, just..cry. Not because of the speech or anything, she just felt bad for making her mother worry about her like that. It was just like now...albeit in different circumstances. Her mother was probably worried sick about her, she had undoubtedly seen her on the television by now. Of course, this time her mother would have a far more good reason to be worried sick about her, she was in a game about people killing each other of all things. "I wish I had just tried to look harder for her.." Eva muttered to herself, choking back a sob just in case that person was nearby. She didn't want to die...not now, not after she had worked so hard to stay alive despite all of this.

Just in case though, she took out a grenade, ready to pull the pin any time she heard a person run past. If she pulled the pin on the grenade, this whole forest would likely go up in fire..but she wouldn't care about that, she thought she might be able to get away from this person, whom would most likely be incinerated if they didn't see the grenade. Of course, she didn't stop to think that an innocent might actually come by, but that was very, very unlikely right now.